by Joseph Stanton
Higher rhythms are for them an easy joy.
Because they are so wide of wing
(a seven pound bird has a seven foot wingspan)
they glide, lovely at top of sky
or just above the waves,
seeking squid for eating.
But their takeoffs require
a coming wind or running start,
When they land they crash,
stumbling into bushes
to break their fall.
Goony birds observers have called them,
but when they mate
they dance and dance,
a singing jig that makes of the mate
a kind of home
and then they go back to soaring.